The Mudblood And The Werewolf

Chapter 3: Harry’s Outrage And Hermione’s Date

            When
Hermione entered her Defense Against the Dark Art
class she expected Professor Lupin to give her a cold look, but he was the same
friendly self and gave her points when she got an answer correct. Hermione
figured that he must have not gotten his letter yet. When the bell rang
Hermione went to see the Headmaster. He needed to know that she had decided on
the wizard that she intended to marry.

   “Hermione, I’m glad
to see you,” Dumbledore said. “Would you like a lemon drop?”

   “No,” Hermione
said. “I came here to inform you that I’ve seeked the hand of Remus Lupin.”

Dumbledore gave her a huge smile, his eyes twinkling madly.

   “I’m pleased to
hear that, my dear,” Dumbledore said. “I hope he doesn’t turn you down. It will
be so nice to see his wedding.”

Hermione gave him a small smile and then left.

            Ginny
opened her eyes and looked around. She was lying on a large bed with a wet
cloth on her forehead. She knew that she had passed out, but how had she gotten
here?

   “I’m glad that
you’re awake,” Snape said. “Though I don’t blame you for fainting. I guess I’m
just too ugly for anyone to stand hearing that I want to marry them.”

Ginny felt the sting of those words. Why did he think that
she fainted because he thought he was ugly? She sat up.

   “Professor, I
didn’t faint because your ugly, I was just shocked
that you wanted to protect me like that, that’s all,” Ginny said. “And you’re
right about Riddle. I don’t want to really know what the adult is like. I know
for a fact that his younger self was horrible.”

Snape’s face brightened somewhat.

   “Are you sure?”

   “Yes.”

   “Then I’ll be informing
the Headmaster at once,” he said. “Let’s just hope that he has some answers.”

   “Where’s Ginny at?”
Harry asked Ron.

   “Don’t look at me,
that girl does her thing,” Ron said. “I’ve been trying to talk to Hermione all
day and all she does is eat and then go off somewhere. I go to the library and
I don’t see her there. Do you think she’s seeing someone else?”

Harry rolled his eyes at that. Ron really needed to give
Hermione some space.

   “Look, Ron, if she
wants to tell you what she’s doing then that’s fine,” Harry said. “I’m not
worried about Hermione, I’m worried about Ginny.”

Ron didn’t say anything to this so Harry left.

            Dumbledore
welcomed both Ginny and Snape to his office where Snape couldn’t wait to tell
the Headmaster that Ginny had agreed. Dumbledore was pleased that he no longer
had to worry about what happened to the only daughter in the Weasley household.

   “So has the
Ministry figured out what were to do?” Snape asked.

   “Yes, they said
that as long as you don’t consummate the marriage then that’s fine with them.
When Ginny turns of age then that will be a different story. Now I think that
you need to explain all this to Harry and Ron. I’m sure they won’t be happy,
but I know that if they really calm to care for you, then they’ll understand.”

Ginny hoped but Snape doubted.

            Hermione
got Remus’s letter and at once wrote to Dumbledore, requesting that morning
off. She conjured a purple cloak with silver stars and when Dumbledore
responded that he would allow her to have the day off from lessons, Hermione
was a little excited as well as nervous. What would he do when he saw her?

            Professor
Lupin entered the Three Broomsticks five minutes to Minute="0">noon. Madam Rosmerta looked at him, but he explained that
he was meeting the women that wanted to marry him.

   “I’m so happy to
hear that,” Madam Rosmerta said, giving him a huge smile. “I hope you don’t
turn her down. I’ve wanted to go to your wedding for a long time.”

   “I know, let’s hope
she’s not a Death Eater.”

Madam Rosmerta gave him a strange look and then went to wait
on other customers.

   “WHAT!” Harry
yelled when Ginny told him what had happened. “Oh that slimy git, I’m going to
kill him.”

   “You’re going to do
no such thing, Harry,” Ginny snapped. “Oh god you make it sound like Snape
raped me or something. He explained that You-know-who wants me to bare him
children and Snape wants to keep that from happening. God, Harry, when are you
going to let this hate go? He’s being nice and protecting me. I thought that
you would understand but apparently you don’t.”

And she stormed out.

   “Nice going,
Harry,” said Seamus.

   “Oh shut up,” Harry
snapped.

            Hermione
held her breath, hoping that she wasn’t about to faint from all this. She
opened the door and entered, her purple cloak trailing behind her. She looked
around, hoping to see the man that she intended to marry, but he wasn’t there.

   “Strange,” she
muttered.

   “Miss Granger,”
said Madam Rosmerta.

Hermione turned to see the barkeeper there. She walked over.

   “Now what are you
doing out of school?” she asked her.

Hermione went a little pink.

   “I’m meeting
someone here,” she told her. “But I don’t see him.”

   “Well the only person
that left is Remus Lupin, he went to the bathroom, but he’ll be back shortly.”

   “Thanks,” Hermione
said. “I’ll find a table.”

The barkeeper gave her a strange look, but let it pass.

            When Remus
returned from the bathroom he instantly saw the purple cloak, it even had the
silver stars that he had requested. Right away he knew this was the women that
had asked for his hand. He walked over to her and sat down.

   “I’m sorry that I
made you wait,” he told her. “But-.”

   “Hello, Professor,”
said the voice of Hermione.

Remus was floored.